Without Blood

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"A piece of cloth above the mouth, highlighting the absent gaze, an invisible encirclement lurking, a sorry push! On the streets of the world I am"

Crown.

In the new Spanish reality the coronavirus remains the protagonist of the news, and although apparently everything is controlled, the risk of an uptick and the threat of new confinement overshadow the present. Little is known about the virus, its provenance and where it is going is unknown, denying it is useless, and while some people without symptoms spread it, others out of ignorance or entrusted suffer from it, while others die isolated.

Among the news of hope are those related to treatments and vaccines, while some scientists claim that it will be soon, others argue reasons for delay, the most effective while something happens are masks, disinfectants and social distance, for some an inconvenience, but for many it is what they always do when it comes to marginalizing others. Marginality violates the marginalized, covid19 without marginalizing anyone equally, from any continent, any town or in any city.

Among the thousands of names unknown of the deceased are names that stand out for their notoriety, in Spain Lucia Bosé and José María Calleja are among those who have not been able to overcome the cobid infection, that the virus exists is a no-brainer and denying it is a recklessness and a foolishness that can endanger our lives or that of others.

Lost Causes
stained blood,
last houses
painted society.

Cursed causes
full of flood ,
split courses
generating anxiety.

Ceilings, walls and floors
trying to count,
windows, furniture and doors
who claim to shut up.

Grieving houses
of children in blood,
veiled causes
thought of variety.

Empty clauses
bodies without mud 
lost pauses
devoid of ferocity.

Without Blood. 

As Europe with the new normal opens its borders after a tough confinement, in America the pandemic has not yet reached its highest peak, Brazil and the United States are at the forefront of contagion and deceased when we officially have four months of global pandemic. In the new normal the rational becomes dreamlike, physical relationships with strangers are considered a crime against public health, and it reduces us all to living together.

In the imperial Chinese of what was not spoken, even knowing that it existed, by not talking about it, it ceased to exist. Covid19 is not seen but when talking about the virus, although it is microscopic and we do not see it, we know that it actually exists. May the followers of denial be right and the virus is an invention to control free countries, against oppression you can fight, but against viruses only science can fight, and we must trust it while the crisis is resolved. 

The virus has marked us all in a profound way, directly affects human relations, with social distance, with disinfectants, with masks and with bleach we run the risk if the new reality lengthens over time, that where people used to look, viral threats can now be seen.

The covid19 leaves us ruin, fear, uncertainty and longing for humanity, also of a time when physical relationships were normal and not an ancient rarity.

"So long walking, street up continuously, all night down the street, trying not to inhale, so much time spent cleaning the city, but amid so much cleanliness and despite the brightness the virus was still dotted with floodlights that required confinement, a follow-up, and that depending on its severity the numbers would be lowered to a civic ward or military hospital"

Confinement Tales.

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